Undone

by Dead.And.Alive

She was a bright light in a barely lit perspective. But that perspective is gone now, a blank slate. I got a good start, a new life, and it's too bad she's not here to be in it; it's been a few years. I'm nineteen and a top enforcer, but I will never forget the girl who would have been the bureau's ace of aces.

Wow, it's been awhile, but hi. I'm back... Kind of. This is super short, and old, but I like it and I hope you do too. I definitely didn't kill Nanoha after the accident she had.

Here I lay, in all consuming black.

Blood orbs absorbed into the embrace of shadow,

But hear I some voices of Dawn?

Her voices call restlessly, as my scarlet beauties remain sheathed.

They, Dawn's children immersed in song, are beautiful and I mustn't need even see their image to know. For this, as all know, is common knowledge.

All is delight, and so I wish to uncover the picture gifted upon me. One which I was set to see forth each day, and each night.

Open I shall, these eyes so weary.

But this image is not of my liking

This scene is all but beauty.

Auburn locks are lacking, as well as its set counterpart.

Blue skies, paired, put upon a goddess— these so called "irises."

The light reflected from silk, porcelain skin of a maiden finds itself not being present.

And throughout my realization the voices of Dawn are growing timid.

They have not forgotten the fragments she left in this world.

No. More than this world, far greater than just one.

Yet only one mortal reminisces.

Only one yearns to seek hopelessly.

Yes, I will never cease to recollect those fragments, the only compensation for her absence.

Nor will I bury the ordeals of my past, for they had brought me greater happiness.

Yes, I vowed.

Miss Nanoha Takamachi, if only by one soul, you shall not be forgotten. Your name not once besmirched.

This is my vow.

Every dawn, every evening… Yes, I reside in its care.

This is my way of living… Was it wrong to live hopelessly, though?

Then, I apologize for your agony, if you are watching.

But do not agonize, my love, for you know better than any soul that I, Fate Testarossa Harlaown, live for you— in your presence and absence.

Until that sentiment begins to fade, one which proves itself eternally lasting, I shall withdraw from this life.

So, worry not, my dear.

I will live this life, as you wished me to, even if it means beginning each of my days as such.